Stories of the Road, issue 31: The Fonts of Scottsdale

The Sunday night before my first trip to Arizona, I checked the local temperature in Scottsdale at 10 PM.  It was 95 degrees. Luckily, it’s a dry heat, and yes, that makes a difference.  One of the locals told me that their heat index sometimes drops below the real temperature.  This is unheard of in Chicago, where humidity is a malevolent force and the heat index can be likened to the Terror Alert Level (except you actually... Read More

Writing about writing

Hi, all.  About two weeks ago, my lungs turned into the La Brea tar pits, and I’ve been a wheezing bag of slime ever since.  Luckily, in between games of Super Mario Galaxy and meals of greasy breakfast foods, I’ve found a few interesting things to read.  Here are two pieces I’d recommend to anyone interested in dusting off the old quill and inkwell. Through Merlin Mann’s wonderful blog on 43folders.com, I found... Read More